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February 11, 2014
Unicorn 3 Drawn to you is now available!!!
It's published on Amazon KDP Select. Get your copy now!
Here's the link!
http://www.amazon.com/Unicorn-Drawn-Adult-Romance-erotic-ebook/dp/B00ICUPSV6
Here's the link!
http://www.amazon.com/Unicorn-Drawn-Adult-Romance-erotic-ebook/dp/B00ICUPSV6
Valentines Memory Part 2 of 3
My breath hitched in my throat as my now warm and sensitized ass took this last blow. But the stinging pain was mixing with my arousal – even amping it up. Hands still above my head, the darkness of the blindfold, what would happen next? I waited, yearning for his touch, my world centered in the spot between my legs.
A cool sensation at the side of my hip followed by the sound of scissors slicing through fabric. Oh my God, he had cut my panties! Now the other side before the silky damp cloth brushed against my swollen pussy and was gone. At last, naked and craving the touch for my release.
The sound of his footsteps were becoming fainter. What the hell? He’d left me. I could hear him in the kitchen and then the sound of the refrigerator door opening. It was an eternity until he came back. I closed my legs and squeezed them tight together. No, that didn’t work. It was only his touch that would satisfy my yearning that was becoming an ache.
I sensed his body now in front of me. My body jerked away from his fingers pressing something very cold against my nipple. An icy trail of water from the ice cube licked its way to the underside of my breast. Just as I began to enjoy the cold on my nipple, he switched sides.Would he touch my inflamed clit with it? His foot inserted itself between my feet and pushed, a silent command to spread my legs.
From my nipple, down my abdomen, the cold snaked its way to my mons and to the hollow where my leg met my pussy. My muscles tensed as I sighed. Yes! The ice touched my lip and grazed across the tip of my swollen clit. Ahhh…
His cold fingers separated my lips and pushed into the hotness of my core, deep and curling forward. My muscles clamped onto his fingers, urging him for more. He pumped softly into me and then was gone. This teasing was driving me wild with desire and there was nothing I could do about it. My orgasm was entirely under his control.
His fingers brushed against my wrist and there was a tug. He was releasing me. Surely, he must be as fired up as I was. He’d give me what I needed.
My hands floated to my sides and I waited.
“Kneel.”
His hands grasped mine as I eased down to the floor, the surface hard against my knees. My hands dropped to my sides as I waited for his next command.
There was a swish and the aroma of leather and then a brush of his hotness against my cheek. My lips parted and I turned my face, seeking his cock.
I gasped when his fingers fisted in my hair forcing my head to twist sideways.
“You will touch me, when I say you can and only then. Do you understand, Mia?”
“Yes,” was my small reply. Oh God, this was making me hotter still.
“You may suck it now.”
His hand still clutching my hair urged my head forward. The pre-cum from his cock was like lipstick smeared across my lips…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~To be continued on Valentine’s Day. Sorry I’m making you wait but I have work to do.
I jumped the gun on releasing Unicorn 3 and now I have to spread the word. And as if that’s not enough I’m gearing up for the publication of Collateral Damage, a love story in the BDSM genre, featuring a damaged Dominatrix who falls for a War Hero Vet who returns home with serious scarring.
AND…I’m also continuing my full length novel called WTF!! About a couple in their forties who reconnect in a crazy swinging way.
I know. So get back to WORK already!
A cool sensation at the side of my hip followed by the sound of scissors slicing through fabric. Oh my God, he had cut my panties! Now the other side before the silky damp cloth brushed against my swollen pussy and was gone. At last, naked and craving the touch for my release.
The sound of his footsteps were becoming fainter. What the hell? He’d left me. I could hear him in the kitchen and then the sound of the refrigerator door opening. It was an eternity until he came back. I closed my legs and squeezed them tight together. No, that didn’t work. It was only his touch that would satisfy my yearning that was becoming an ache.
I sensed his body now in front of me. My body jerked away from his fingers pressing something very cold against my nipple. An icy trail of water from the ice cube licked its way to the underside of my breast. Just as I began to enjoy the cold on my nipple, he switched sides.Would he touch my inflamed clit with it? His foot inserted itself between my feet and pushed, a silent command to spread my legs.
From my nipple, down my abdomen, the cold snaked its way to my mons and to the hollow where my leg met my pussy. My muscles tensed as I sighed. Yes! The ice touched my lip and grazed across the tip of my swollen clit. Ahhh…
His cold fingers separated my lips and pushed into the hotness of my core, deep and curling forward. My muscles clamped onto his fingers, urging him for more. He pumped softly into me and then was gone. This teasing was driving me wild with desire and there was nothing I could do about it. My orgasm was entirely under his control.
His fingers brushed against my wrist and there was a tug. He was releasing me. Surely, he must be as fired up as I was. He’d give me what I needed.
My hands floated to my sides and I waited.
“Kneel.”
His hands grasped mine as I eased down to the floor, the surface hard against my knees. My hands dropped to my sides as I waited for his next command.
There was a swish and the aroma of leather and then a brush of his hotness against my cheek. My lips parted and I turned my face, seeking his cock.
I gasped when his fingers fisted in my hair forcing my head to twist sideways.
“You will touch me, when I say you can and only then. Do you understand, Mia?”
“Yes,” was my small reply. Oh God, this was making me hotter still.
“You may suck it now.”
His hand still clutching my hair urged my head forward. The pre-cum from his cock was like lipstick smeared across my lips…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~To be continued on Valentine’s Day. Sorry I’m making you wait but I have work to do.
I jumped the gun on releasing Unicorn 3 and now I have to spread the word. And as if that’s not enough I’m gearing up for the publication of Collateral Damage, a love story in the BDSM genre, featuring a damaged Dominatrix who falls for a War Hero Vet who returns home with serious scarring.
AND…I’m also continuing my full length novel called WTF!! About a couple in their forties who reconnect in a crazy swinging way.
I know. So get back to WORK already!
Valentines memory cont'd
My breath hitched in my throat as my now warm and sensitized ass took this last blow. But the stinging pain was mixing with my arousal – even amping it up. Hands still above my head, the darkness of the blindfold, what would happen next? I waited, yearning for his touch, my world centered in the spot between my legs.
A cool sensation at the side of my hip followed by the sound of scissors slicing through fabric. Oh my God, he had cut my panties! Now the other side before the silky damp cloth brushed against my swollen pussy and was gone. At last, naked and craving the touch for my release.
The sound of his footsteps were becoming fainter. What the hell? He’d left me. I could hear him in the kitchen and then the sound of the refrigerator door opening. It was an eternity until he came back. I closed my legs and squeezed them tight together. No, that didn’t work. It was only his touch that would satisfy my yearning that was becoming an ache.
I sensed his body now in front of me. My body jerked away from his fingers pressing something very cold against my nipple. An icy trail of water from the ice cube licked its way to the underside of my breast. Just as I began to enjoy the cold on my nipple, he switched sides.Would he touch my inflamed clit with it? His foot inserted itself between my feet and pushed, a silent command to spread my legs.
From my nipple, down my abdomen, the cold snaked its way to my mons and to the hollow where my leg met my pussy. My muscles tensed as I sighed. Yes! The ice touched my lip and grazed across the tip of my swollen clit. Ahhh…
His cold fingers separated my lips and pushed into the hotness of my core, deep and curling forward. My muscles clamped onto his fingers, urging him for more. He pumped softly into me and then was gone. This teasing was driving me wild with desire and there was nothing I could do about it. My orgasm was entirely under his control.
His fingers brushed against my wrist and there was a tug. He was releasing me. Surely, he must be as fired up as I was. He’d give me what I needed.
My hands floated to my sides and I waited.
“Kneel.”
His hands grasped mine as I eased down to the floor, the surface hard against my knees. My hands dropped to my sides as I waited for his next command.
There was a swish and the aroma of leather and then a brush of his hotness against my cheek. My lips parted and I turned my face, seeking his cock.
I gasped when his fingers fisted in my hair forcing my head to twist sideways.
“You will touch me, when I say you can and only then. Do you understand, Mia?”
“Yes,” was my small reply. Oh God, this was making me hotter still.
“You may suck it now.”
His hand still clutching my hair urged my head forward. The pre-cum from his cock was like lipstick smeared across my lips…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~To be continued on Valentine’s Day. Sorry I’m making you wait but I have work to do.
I jumped the gun on releasing Unicorn 3 and now I have to spread the word. And as if that’s not enough I’m gearing up for the publication of Collateral Damage, a love story in the BDSM genre, featuring a damaged Dominatrix who falls for a War Hero Vet who returns home with serious scarring.
AND…I’m also continuing my full length novel called WTF!! About a couple in their forties who reconnect in a crazy swinging way.
I know. So get back to WORK already!
A cool sensation at the side of my hip followed by the sound of scissors slicing through fabric. Oh my God, he had cut my panties! Now the other side before the silky damp cloth brushed against my swollen pussy and was gone. At last, naked and craving the touch for my release.
The sound of his footsteps were becoming fainter. What the hell? He’d left me. I could hear him in the kitchen and then the sound of the refrigerator door opening. It was an eternity until he came back. I closed my legs and squeezed them tight together. No, that didn’t work. It was only his touch that would satisfy my yearning that was becoming an ache.
I sensed his body now in front of me. My body jerked away from his fingers pressing something very cold against my nipple. An icy trail of water from the ice cube licked its way to the underside of my breast. Just as I began to enjoy the cold on my nipple, he switched sides.Would he touch my inflamed clit with it? His foot inserted itself between my feet and pushed, a silent command to spread my legs.
From my nipple, down my abdomen, the cold snaked its way to my mons and to the hollow where my leg met my pussy. My muscles tensed as I sighed. Yes! The ice touched my lip and grazed across the tip of my swollen clit. Ahhh…
His cold fingers separated my lips and pushed into the hotness of my core, deep and curling forward. My muscles clamped onto his fingers, urging him for more. He pumped softly into me and then was gone. This teasing was driving me wild with desire and there was nothing I could do about it. My orgasm was entirely under his control.
His fingers brushed against my wrist and there was a tug. He was releasing me. Surely, he must be as fired up as I was. He’d give me what I needed.
My hands floated to my sides and I waited.
“Kneel.”
His hands grasped mine as I eased down to the floor, the surface hard against my knees. My hands dropped to my sides as I waited for his next command.
There was a swish and the aroma of leather and then a brush of his hotness against my cheek. My lips parted and I turned my face, seeking his cock.
I gasped when his fingers fisted in my hair forcing my head to twist sideways.
“You will touch me, when I say you can and only then. Do you understand, Mia?”
“Yes,” was my small reply. Oh God, this was making me hotter still.
“You may suck it now.”
His hand still clutching my hair urged my head forward. The pre-cum from his cock was like lipstick smeared across my lips…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~To be continued on Valentine’s Day. Sorry I’m making you wait but I have work to do.
I jumped the gun on releasing Unicorn 3 and now I have to spread the word. And as if that’s not enough I’m gearing up for the publication of Collateral Damage, a love story in the BDSM genre, featuring a damaged Dominatrix who falls for a War Hero Vet who returns home with serious scarring.
AND…I’m also continuing my full length novel called WTF!! About a couple in their forties who reconnect in a crazy swinging way.
I know. So get back to WORK already!
February 10, 2014
For Valentines Day - Create a memory. Here's mine! Part 1 of 3
Valentines Day is four days away! Do you know what you're getting your sweetie? How about this year, instead of chocolates and flowers, you give her a memory?
YES! Chocolates are sweet, flowers are pretty but they don't last. A memory stays with her forever, like the one Spike gave me.
Shortly after Spike and I met, my birthday was coming up. He asked me what I'd like, so I requested a memory. We had talked about the BDSM scene. He had lots of experience in the lifestyle; I was a newbie eager to experience it.
If you met my Spike, you would know instantly that he is a natural Dom who is really tuned in to his submissive's head space - what she wants, craves, how far to take it. Later when we attended Fetnights, I learned how respected he was by the people there, as a great Dom. How lucky was I !!!!
Okay, I digress...back to my hot birthday experience.
When I arrived at his apartment, the deep pulsing bass of Massive Attack drifted through the air, in a candlelight setting.{ Click this link to hear it while you read!}https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WCwfUX58IZw
It was dark, romantic and a thrill went through my body. He was wearing his leather chaps and leather vest, tantalizing me with his muscled chest covered by a light sheen of dark, silky hair. And when he turned away, his hard gorgeous ass was visible and I wanted so much to run my fingers over it.
But I wasn't allowed. Immediately, he exerted his dominance over me, towering above me in his six foot four splendor, dark flashing eyes peering down at me in his Greek god sculpted face. My knees went weak and my pussy became wet from that look.
"Remove your clothes." His voice was soft yet commanding.
I stripped out of my short dark skirt and blouse standing before him in my black bra, panties and thigh highs.
He stepped behind me and placed a blind fold over my eyes. Never before had I felt so vulnerable. Never before had I put so much trust in a man.
He led me a few steps away and lifted my hand. I could feel a rope being secured to my wrist before my hand was lift and pinioned to something. Then my other hand received the same treatment.
"Spread your legs." His voice was behind me now.
I shivered once more as I obeyed. Would he lash me with a whip? I steeled myself for the sting but instead the feathery touch of something soft trailed from my shoulders, down my back to my ass. The touch was then on my ankle, sliding up the inside of my calve to my thigh and then lingered between my legs. As if I wasn’t horny enough, he was teasing me!
When my hip rolled and I pressed into whatever was touching my sensitive spot…Crack! I jumped at the suddenness of the bee sting on my ass. My muscles tensed in anticipation that more was to come. And I was right. The bee sting was now on my shoulder blade, my thigh and ass once more. Then nothing.
I flinched when something sharp pressed into my spine in the area just above my ass. The sensation was unbelievable when it slowly pressed while moving up my spinal column. Was it a knife? How well did I really know Spike? I held my breath.
His hot mouth was on the curve of my neck while his hands pulled my breasts from the cups of my bra. His fingernails scraped along nipples hard and aroused. God, I didn’t know how much more I could take. My ass pushed backward trying to connect with his cock.
Again, the hard swat on my ass, this time with his hand.
“Did I say you could move?” Another hard spank.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Stay tuned for the rest of my memory. I have to go take a shower :). I promise I won’t leave you hanging :) like I was. But tomorrow is another day. If you liked my ‘memory’, promise me you’ll do something nice like this for your partner.
For Valentines Day - Create a memory. Here's mine!
Valentines Day is four days away! Do you know what you're getting your sweetie? How about this year, instead of chocolates and flowers, you give her a memory?
YES! Chocolates are sweet, flowers are pretty but they don't last. A memory stays with her forever, like the one Spike gave me.
Shortly after Spike and I met, my birthday was coming up. He asked me what I'd like, so I requested a memory. We had talked about the BDSM scene. He had lots of experience in the lifestyle; I was a newbie eager to experience it.
If you met my Spike, you would know instantly that he is a natural Dom who is really tuned in to his submissive's head space - what she wants, craves, how far to take it. Later when we attended Fetnights, I learned how respected he was by the people there, as a great Dom. How lucky was I !!!!
Okay, I digress...back to my hot birthday experience.
When I arrived at his apartment, the deep pulsing bass of Massive Attack drifted through the air, in a candlelight setting.{ Click this link to hear it while you read!}https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WCwfUX58IZw
It was dark, romantic and a thrill went through my body. He was wearing his leather chaps and leather vest, tantalizing me with his muscled chest covered by a light sheen of dark, silky hair. And when he turned away, his hard gorgeous ass was visible and I wanted so much to run my fingers over it.
But I wasn't allowed. Immediately, he exerted his dominance over me, towering above me in his six foot four splendor, dark flashing eyes peering down at me in his Greek god sculpted face. My knees went weak and my pussy became wet from that look.
"Remove your clothes." His voice was soft yet commanding.
I stripped out of my short dark skirt and blouse standing before him in my black bra, panties and thigh highs.
He stepped behind me and placed a blind fold over my eyes. Never before had I felt so vulnerable. Never before had I put so much trust in a man.
He led me a few steps away and lifted my hand. I could feel a rope being secured to my wrist before my hand was lift and pinioned to something. Then my other hand received the same treatment.
"Spread your legs." His voice was behind me now.
I shivered once more as I obeyed. Would he lash me with a whip? I steeled myself for the sting but instead the feathery touch of something soft trailed from my shoulders, down my back to my ass. The touch was then on my ankle, sliding up the inside of my calve to my thigh and then lingered between my legs. As if I wasn’t horny enough, he was teasing me!
When my hip rolled and I pressed into whatever was touching my sensitive spot…Crack! I jumped at the suddenness of the bee sting on my ass. My muscles tensed in anticipation that more was to come. And I was right. The bee sting was now on my shoulder blade, my thigh and ass once more. Then nothing.
I flinched when something sharp pressed into my spine in the area just above my ass. The sensation was unbelievable when it slowly pressed while moving up my spinal column. Was it a knife? How well did I really know Spike? I held my breath.
His hot mouth was on the curve of my neck while his hands pulled my breasts from the cups of my bra. His fingernails scraped along nipples hard and aroused. God, I didn’t know how much more I could take. My ass pushed backward trying to connect with his cock.
Again, the hard swat on my ass, this time with his hand.
“Did I say you could move?” Another hard spank.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Stay tuned for the rest of my memory. I have to go take a shower :). I promise I won’t leave you hanging :) like I was. But tomorrow is another day. If you liked my ‘memory’, promise me you’ll do something nice like this for your partner.
January 23, 2014
Release Day Party, Jan. 24th 8 - 10 pm for Banging in the New Year - Swingers O Zone Bash
(((shhhhh…. I’m whispering this invitation to you b/c it’s a Swingers Party. If you’ve never been to one, this is the perfect way to dip your toe in. Now look, everybody’s gonna keep their clothes on. It’s a Meet ‘n Greet. I’m throwing this party to celebrate the launch of my book – Swinger’s New Year’s Bash, a 50 page novelette drawn from my own experiences on New Year’s Eve.
For the first 3 days of its release the book is FREE! Don’t tell your parents, don’t tell your kids but for the love of God, tell your spouse. I’m talking swinging here…what can happen 10 years after happy ever after. I’m talking [as Michael and Holly have put it so eloquently] LIVING SEXY. So stop in between 8-10 pm on Friday EST.If you’ve never been part of the Lifestyle you’ll have some laughs and if you’re a Lifestyler, you already know that. List of prizes and swag will be posted tomorrow.)))
https://www.facebook.com/events/1401477410104136/?ref_dashboard_filter=upcoming
January 21, 2014
My First Visit to a Swinger's Club- How I Started in The Lifestyle Livin' Sexy!
Since I’ve written a bunch of books about Swinging, I thought it would be fair to my readers and also to anyone else interested to tell a bit about my own journey into this wonderful, exciting world that I’ve made with my husband.
First of all, I need to confess something- I really don’t like the term ‘Swinging’. Okay, okay, it’s better than other terms that were used in the past, such as ‘Wife Swapping’ (ugh… how misogynist and paternalistic). For me, I prefer the term Michael and Holli use in their radio program ‘Live Sexy!’ At any rate, ‘Lifestyle’, ‘Live Sexy’, or ‘Swinging’ to me all describe the fun a committed couple has with each other in an erotic environment. Does that include having sex with others? Sure, but it’s not a requirement; that depends upon what you want…
Okay, so how the heck did I get involved in the Lifestyle?
The short answer is my husband Spike asked me. A few years ago, New Year’s Eve was coming up, and I wanted to go out to a club to celebrate.
In the course of our relationship, I had dabbled in the BDSM community (this is way before 50 Shades). While I liked going—the passion and eroticism was great, I also wouldn’t have minded being able to dance. Club music and BDSM… not so much outside of a scene in a dungeon, but that’s another story.
So when we were talking about New Year’s Eve, he said, “Well, you enjoyed those BDSM parties… what would you think of a night out that has the same, if not more, sexy atmosphere with dancing too?”
“Sounds too good to be true.”
He didn’t say anything. “Okay,” I said, “I’ll bite. What do you have in mind?”
“We could go to a Swinger’s club for New Year’s. It’s one of their biggest party nights.”
A Swinger’s Club? Is he kidding? A sleazy, club that’d I’d be expected to HAVE SEX WITH STRANGERS?
“Are you out of your mind?” I said. “What’s the matter—our sex life’s not good enough for you anymore?”
Let’s look at that comment I just made again. It’s important, and it’s at the heart of any woman’s resistance to the idea of going to a Swinger’s Club.
What’s the matter, you’re not attracted to me? You want my permission to fuck someone else? Am I fat? In a heartbeat, a freaking split second, right after he asked me that question, I was feeling very insecure. About me, and more importantly, about us.
A dead silence hung in the air. I was working up a good mad.
Looking back, and looking how I’m trying to develop a career, I can’t help but laugh. Now, I mean. I wasn’t laughing then, believe me.
Spike did have some knowledge of The Lifestyle. And his next words started to calm me down, and got me to listen to him.
“Our sex life is great,” he said. “And I’m not looking to go there to get laid.”
“Then why in the world did you suggest it?”
“Because you said you’d like to go to a club that’s sexy. There’s basically one rule in Swinging, you know. And it’s that the women call the shots.”
“Yeah, right!” I had an image of a woman being dragged; coerced to go to a club by a controlling, domineering husband.
But… Spike wasn’t that way with me. Not in the slightest. He enjoyed me, he looked after and out for me. One aspect of our relationship from the beginning was we became pretty adept at having one another’s back.
It gave me pause. “So, are you telling me that it’s the women at these places that decide if there’s going to be any…”
He smirked. “Hanky panky.”
“Yeah. The womendecide?”
He nodded. “Pretty much. The uterus rules at these places.”
He has such a way with words. He made me a deal—if I didn’t like it, we could leave right away. And furthermore, he promised, we could leave at any time, no—absolutely no recriminations. I’d be stretching, and if I went with an open mind, he’d respect that.
In the couple of weeks leading up to our going, we talked openly and honestly about sex. More so than I ever had before with anyone. So in the course of going to an orgy (well, that’s what I thought at the time, and I was sooo wrong) we became closer. More intimate. Who woulda thunk it?
New Year’s Eve came. I wore a corset over a short skirt with heels. Spike wore a suit. We got in the car, and I was so nervous that I didn’t realize we were there until he had the car parked and asked “You ready?”
Oh my God we’re here!I nodded silently. Just before he opened the door to go in, he said to me again, “Anytime you want to leave, it’s fine. If you want to back out right now, that’s fine too, honey.”
He never called me ‘honey’ before… “Let’s go,” I said, staring at his hand on the door.
Oh boy…I was so nervous. Every time someone looked at me and nodded with a smile, I thought to myself “If I smile back, does that mean I’m going to be expected to have sex with them?”
I had a couple of drinks, and was able to relax. Spike and I hit the dance floor. Again and again and again. As the night progressed, the dancing got sexier and sexier. Especially when ladies would dance together!
People were incredibly friendly. One agreement that we made before we went was that we were in no way going to have sex with anyone that night. So, when we met people, at the bar, or on the dance floor, we would just say we were newbies. Here’s the funny thing—everyone responded saying “Baby steps”. Take it slow, don’t rush it, stay in your comfort zone.
Naturally, my next thought was ‘Oh, so you don’t want to have sex with me, hunh?’ Look, I was nervous and pretty scattered.
A Couple’s Club is by far, the safest place for a woman to go. The ‘No Means No’ rule in the lifestyle, combined with ‘Ask Before You Touch’ creates an environment where I could be as sexy and alluring as I wanted. I was in the sexiest outfit I ever dared wear out in public, and I was the safest I’ve ever been in a night club.
Once I calmed down and relaxed… Spike was the beneficiary. Dirty dancing on the dance floor became giving head on the dance floor. The look on his face when I backed him against a wall on the floor and got on my knees as the powerful erotic music played… I’ll never forget it. (Neither will he!) And I wasn’t the only woman being so wanton. In public. That was an added rush. I didn’t realize I was (am?) such an exhibitionist. You wouldn’t know that to meet me in the regular world. By the time the night was over, I was getting lessons on pole dancing from a regular member and when we left, my face hurt from laughing so much.
We’ve been to clubs a few more times, and by far, our favorite is the O Zone. First of all it’s the staff. Secondly, is the size—and yes, size does matter. The décor, cleanliness and music round out what Matt and Amanda put on the table. And last, but the most important, is the membership. They’re wonderful people. Sexy as hell, and just plain fun to be around.
And that’s my story! Thanks so much for hosting me and giving me a chance to show off my latest release, Swinger’s O Zone Bash . I enjoyed writing it as much as I’ve enjoyed going to this club for a night on the town!
January 20, 2014
Trailer for Swingers O Zone Bash!
Well, this is my first attempt at making a video trailer, I hope you guys like it and get the book! It goes live on Amazon at the end of this week! I'm so excited. Especially since Matt and Amanda of the club has given me so much support!
The cover's on a previous post, and without any further doo doo.....
I hope you enjoy it! Leave a comment or something!
The cover's on a previous post, and without any further doo doo.....
I hope you enjoy it! Leave a comment or something!
January 10, 2014
"You could write a book about it"- I just did!
Well, as I said in my last post, I had a GREAT time at the O Zone club in Toronto. On the drive back home I was chattering to Spike, the Dear Husband about how much fun we had- it was a non stop party from the time we checked into the hotel at 3:00 PM until we fell into bed at around 5:00 a.m..
Since we got home, I have been feverishly working away on a new title, and it's just finished! I just got my cover back from my designer, so I'm putting it up right now!
I'm going to be putting this- my NEWEST book up on Amazon and the other stores right after I finish the final edits and read throughs. It's a stand alone, about 50 pages, and it's great! It continues the adventures of Josh and Carrie that you all read about in the Swinger's Club series, except the action now takes place in a real club!
I'm planning a real live rootin' tootin release this coming week, and could use some help- if you'd like to put up a review, fire me a message and I'll get you a pre-release Advanced Copy! (sorry gang, but yes, the new episodes of The Temp and My Dominatrix, and The Unicorn were all shoved to the back burner- I'll be working on those suckers ASAP!)
I was sooo pumped when I put up my first novels. I am over the moon excited over this one! So much so that I don't HATE the dam winter as much as I did earlier today! LOL
So... here's the cover! TA-DAHHH!
Since we got home, I have been feverishly working away on a new title, and it's just finished! I just got my cover back from my designer, so I'm putting it up right now!
I'm going to be putting this- my NEWEST book up on Amazon and the other stores right after I finish the final edits and read throughs. It's a stand alone, about 50 pages, and it's great! It continues the adventures of Josh and Carrie that you all read about in the Swinger's Club series, except the action now takes place in a real club!
I'm planning a real live rootin' tootin release this coming week, and could use some help- if you'd like to put up a review, fire me a message and I'll get you a pre-release Advanced Copy! (sorry gang, but yes, the new episodes of The Temp and My Dominatrix, and The Unicorn were all shoved to the back burner- I'll be working on those suckers ASAP!)
I was sooo pumped when I put up my first novels. I am over the moon excited over this one! So much so that I don't HATE the dam winter as much as I did earlier today! LOL
So... here's the cover! TA-DAHHH!
January 2, 2014
WHAT A Party! New Year's Eve at The O-Zone
I am in love with The O-Zone adult club in Toronto! Spike and I went there to celebrate New Year’s Eve and had a great time for the memory books. It was a night filled with laughter, dancing, drinking (that’s why it’s taken me two days to recover…) and hot sexy people.
This was only the second time we had been to the club and we were worried that it might be too crowded. The place WAS full, yeah; but the club was easily big enough to accommodate everyone. There was at least 400 people there and it was busy as anything, but it wasn't claustrophobic wall to wall.
Have you ever had the experience of being at a Swinger’s club but there wasn't enough room in the play area? We have! I was afraid that this was going to happen at the O-Zone, and was prepared for it. C’mon, it was New Year’s Eve after all!
Boy was I wrong. The spacious play area they have is large enough to accommodate everyone easily. When Spike and I decided to play after the ball dropped (or, as he said: ‘We dropped the ball, now let’s drop your panties’) we had no problem getting a spot.
Did I mention that sexy people of every age range was there? I saw young people in their 20’s, thru to people that were in their 60’s! Everyone was dressed to impress.
Guys- if you don’t own one, get yourself a suit… men are so HOT in suits!
The O-Zone had a special deal that included a pre-party at the hotel (with free drinks including Jello shooters), snacks and hor d’ourves. Aaand an after party that went on to the wee hours! Bars close in Ontario at 4:00 a.m., and Spike and I fell into bed at about 5:30.
These guys know how to throw a party. Their members are friendly, sexy and fun to be around.
On the drive home I was telling Spike that I’m going to write another episode in Swinger’s Club, where Carrie and Josh and their best Lifestyle friends drive up to Toronto from Black Rapids for New Year’s Eve. Look out for it!
If you’re a member of my mailing list, you’ll be getting it for free!So why don’t you click the button over thereàand sign up for my mailing list!
Talk to you all later!Mia
This was only the second time we had been to the club and we were worried that it might be too crowded. The place WAS full, yeah; but the club was easily big enough to accommodate everyone. There was at least 400 people there and it was busy as anything, but it wasn't claustrophobic wall to wall.
Have you ever had the experience of being at a Swinger’s club but there wasn't enough room in the play area? We have! I was afraid that this was going to happen at the O-Zone, and was prepared for it. C’mon, it was New Year’s Eve after all!
Boy was I wrong. The spacious play area they have is large enough to accommodate everyone easily. When Spike and I decided to play after the ball dropped (or, as he said: ‘We dropped the ball, now let’s drop your panties’) we had no problem getting a spot.
Did I mention that sexy people of every age range was there? I saw young people in their 20’s, thru to people that were in their 60’s! Everyone was dressed to impress.
Guys- if you don’t own one, get yourself a suit… men are so HOT in suits!
The O-Zone had a special deal that included a pre-party at the hotel (with free drinks including Jello shooters), snacks and hor d’ourves. Aaand an after party that went on to the wee hours! Bars close in Ontario at 4:00 a.m., and Spike and I fell into bed at about 5:30.
These guys know how to throw a party. Their members are friendly, sexy and fun to be around.
On the drive home I was telling Spike that I’m going to write another episode in Swinger’s Club, where Carrie and Josh and their best Lifestyle friends drive up to Toronto from Black Rapids for New Year’s Eve. Look out for it!
If you’re a member of my mailing list, you’ll be getting it for free!So why don’t you click the button over thereàand sign up for my mailing list!
Talk to you all later!Mia
